Blackfeather Woods The flowers show us rain is necessary

She was glad Moonshadow had been given help. She would have to thank Tundra, especially, for her assistance—the warrior was proving to be a fine asset to the pack. Maegi had begun to sink into her own troubled thoughts on Molag Bal when one word in particular brought her out of her mind—

Pups? she asked, her face going almost comically blank. You're pregnant? I—

For a moment, the joy was tinged with jealousy. Her babes wouldn't be the only ones born here this season; they wouldn't be special. But then reason won out—her children would have playmates, friends, allies. The woods would grow stronger with new blood. And Moonshadow was her dear friend.

Why should she be anything but thrilled?

That's wonderful, Maegi said after a pause, breaking into a grin. Wow, congratulations, Moonshadow! Who's—who's the father? Was it anyone here? Her brother, even? Her heart skipped a beat at the thought.